I seen a preview for a movie coming out in July; This movie has Justin Timberlake and Mila Kunis ( from "That 70's Show") in it. I can't believe how excited I got while watching the preview. I think the movie is called, "Friends with Benefits" (or something like that). Mila Kunis is so great, I am a humor junkie, and she is funny, SO funny. Justin Timberlake is funny too. Hal and I love the SNL skit, when JT did a music video with Beyonce', "All the Single Ladies" YouTube it, if you have not seen it yet. Seriously.
Tonight, Halee and Keyton went to some raffle basket fundraiser at the school where my mom teaches. They put Owen's name on one of the items, and he won. Owen, won a basket full of summer goodies, including, bubbles, squirt guns, water balloons, side walk chalk, and a plastic ball and bat. An awesome prize to get! However, at 8 pm on a Thursday night, I was not expecting, a water balloon fight, nor did expect getting squirted with a squirt gun. After my mom arrived with the kids (and the basket) she stayed for a few minutes. Upon their arrival, I was completing a homework assignment. All I can remember after them walking in is, myself laying on the floor holding on to my mom's ankles, begging her not to leave me. My mom did her best to comfort me--in her best "motherly soothing" voice she said," Jesse will be home on Thursday." well today is Thursday, which means Jesse will be home in seven days. This attempt at calming me, only made me squeeze on to my mother's ankles tighter.
Today is St. Patty's Day. I am not real into this holiday. It is not as fun as it used to be, like when I could drink a good green beer. Anyways, after picking up my kids from school today, my children were certain, that while we had been gone, leprechauns had broke into our house and messed it up. I guess, at school, some teacher told them a story, where some leprechauns had broken into her house, and left green footprints all over the place and messed up their whole house. Driving back to my house, I felt guilty that I hadn't somehow made little green footprints and messed up my house, so that St.Patty's Day could have met my children's expectations.
Yesterday, I explained how my feet move faster than my torso. I was happy that I finally figured out what was causing my sudden, but not unexpected falls. Yesterday, I thought, I finally solved my issue, because I was determined not to let my feet and legs move so fast. Well, at about ten to eight this morning, while running out to the mail box, I slipped on a patch of ice and biffed it, hard. I was positive for a minute, that I broke my arm. After a shaking my arm for a few seconds, I was relieved that I had not fractured my upper arm. So much for being cautious of the speed of my lower extremities.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
My feet move faster than my torso
I think I have discovered why I fall down so much. I am pretty sure, my legs and feet move faster than my torso. Today, after I fell down, I sat on the floor and I had a "moment". I took a few minutes to evaluate why I fell down. Generally, when I fall down, I jump right back up, even if I am in an immense amount of pain. After such trips or falls or what have you, I always continue on to where ever it was I was going. Back in high school, I used to fall down every time I went up the stairs, and by the middle of my freshmen year, no one even stopped to laugh, because the people knew I did it every hour. My mom used to say, she knew it was was me coming in the front door, because she would hear, foot step, foot step, foot step, followed by a thunk, followed by more foot steps. Well, today I finally figured out why I fall down so damn much. My legs and feet move faster than my torso ( I know I just repeated myself). I am just glad there is a real reason why I fall down. I am not dizzy, I don't have "disturbed" equilibrium, and I am not on any prescription medication that would cause delirium. Today, I actually watched my legs and feet suddenly start running, literally right from underneath me.
For many, many years I have thought that I should be a vegetarian. Not because I think it is "cool" and not because I don't believe in hunting or whatever. I just have always been disgusted with the thought of eating any form of meat. Well, I think my time has come, I have not been able to eat meat for the last couple of days. I just can't. I found myself gagging on some hamburger the other night. I tried to eat some chicken, and I ended up eating around it. Meat officially makes me nauseous. I wonder if I am a vegetarian now? I wonder if I am heading towards vegan? Everything, including cheese is grossing me out. The milk in my cereal this morning, had me quivering. I'm scared. And no, I am not pregnant.
Jesse is gone. I wish I could tell you who he flies, but I can't. The people on his flight today are well known in the fitness world. Many infomercials on TV to-date, are advertising these clients' fitness regimens. I asked Jesse if these people were in good shape, all he said was, "They are not fat." I have tried one of the videos in a series that these people produce, and it kicked my butt. I wonder if Jesse got any good fitness pointers from these people today? An interesting job my husband has. As a pilot, Jesse is wonderful--he is really good--I swear. Jesse's brother bought a plane last spring, and if you want, Jesse will take you for a ride-- he will.
I don't really care for tradition. I mean, I like tradition in some senses, but I think there is a difference in taking part of a tradition because you want to, and taking part of a tradition because you feel like you should. For instance, I hate cooking--I make three dishes. So to have dinner ready and waiting for my husband at 5 o'clock, doesn't typically happen. I also don't like the idea of doing certain things, because it is expected of me, things like, baking a cake, ironing, sewing, or cutting my kids' hair, or what have you. Tradition is probably the wrong word to use--but, traditionally, the things I stated above, are tasks that the woman typically did ( in like 1960). I know many people who can cook, bake, sew, and cut hair, AND they do it good. I don't know if deep down I wish I could do these things, but, I have tried and I don't enjoy them, and I lack the skills needed to accomplish these tasks. When it comes to ironing, I ask, "Who needs to iron, when you can throw a wet sock in the dryer with the wrinkly clothes?" My mother-in-law can sew--and she is gifted--she made my wedding dress, now that would be an awesome thing to be able to do. I took a sewing class in high school when I was a senior, when graduation came, I was failing the class, thank God, Mrs. Demars was nice enough to let me come back to school for a whole two weeks after graduation, to finish a dress, that I never wore or showed to anyone.
For many, many years I have thought that I should be a vegetarian. Not because I think it is "cool" and not because I don't believe in hunting or whatever. I just have always been disgusted with the thought of eating any form of meat. Well, I think my time has come, I have not been able to eat meat for the last couple of days. I just can't. I found myself gagging on some hamburger the other night. I tried to eat some chicken, and I ended up eating around it. Meat officially makes me nauseous. I wonder if I am a vegetarian now? I wonder if I am heading towards vegan? Everything, including cheese is grossing me out. The milk in my cereal this morning, had me quivering. I'm scared. And no, I am not pregnant.
Jesse is gone. I wish I could tell you who he flies, but I can't. The people on his flight today are well known in the fitness world. Many infomercials on TV to-date, are advertising these clients' fitness regimens. I asked Jesse if these people were in good shape, all he said was, "They are not fat." I have tried one of the videos in a series that these people produce, and it kicked my butt. I wonder if Jesse got any good fitness pointers from these people today? An interesting job my husband has. As a pilot, Jesse is wonderful--he is really good--I swear. Jesse's brother bought a plane last spring, and if you want, Jesse will take you for a ride-- he will.
I don't really care for tradition. I mean, I like tradition in some senses, but I think there is a difference in taking part of a tradition because you want to, and taking part of a tradition because you feel like you should. For instance, I hate cooking--I make three dishes. So to have dinner ready and waiting for my husband at 5 o'clock, doesn't typically happen. I also don't like the idea of doing certain things, because it is expected of me, things like, baking a cake, ironing, sewing, or cutting my kids' hair, or what have you. Tradition is probably the wrong word to use--but, traditionally, the things I stated above, are tasks that the woman typically did ( in like 1960). I know many people who can cook, bake, sew, and cut hair, AND they do it good. I don't know if deep down I wish I could do these things, but, I have tried and I don't enjoy them, and I lack the skills needed to accomplish these tasks. When it comes to ironing, I ask, "Who needs to iron, when you can throw a wet sock in the dryer with the wrinkly clothes?" My mother-in-law can sew--and she is gifted--she made my wedding dress, now that would be an awesome thing to be able to do. I took a sewing class in high school when I was a senior, when graduation came, I was failing the class, thank God, Mrs. Demars was nice enough to let me come back to school for a whole two weeks after graduation, to finish a dress, that I never wore or showed to anyone.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Friends
Oh what a few couple of days I have had. Owen is sick. He is coughing constantly. I am in rough shape from not sleeping...I know, poor me. You know me, I need my sleep, or I function at a 7 year-old level.
I had a powerpoint presentation due last night. I had to have it completed and submitted before midnight, actually, before 2 am, since I am running on Phoenix time ( my school is in Phoenix). Poor Owen woke up as I was just finishing up the presentation, I was literally on the count down and needed to complete the assignment. Since O is sick he wanted to cuddle--I didn't even get an opportunity to give the presentation a final read through, before I gave into my baby's cries. I just pushed submit. I am curious what the grade I will be given is.
Tonight, no homework for me. Owen is already tucked in for the night. I am going to put Keyton and Hal to bed in little bit. I can't wait to making a running leap for my bed.
Yesterday, I got a phone call from a special friend. My friend Shelly called and we talked and talked and talked. Shelly and I became friends the summer before first grade. We were instantly inseparable. After high school, Shelly, left for college, I stayed in Williston for my first year of college and we would see each other and talk to each other as often as we could. As years went by, and I had my family, we stopped talking as much as we would like. However, Shell holds this special spot in my heart, and no one can ever replace it. I love her like family. I still think one day we will live next door to each other and play cards every evening.
Another friend that I love and adore is my friend Amber Dawn. She is actually traveling the world right now. She is like a zillion miles away--it kind of knocks the wind out of me when I think about how far away she is. Amber, has tried to call me a few times, but I keep missing her phone calls. Today, on facebook, she said she is going to de-friend me, since I don't answer my phone when she calls. Amber, my phone is by my side at all times now. Call me, again! I love you and miss you!! Amber and I also share an unique bond--even though we have lived hundreds of miles apart for some time, we still have the strongest connection. I can't wait to see where she ends up so I know where I will be visiting!
I had a powerpoint presentation due last night. I had to have it completed and submitted before midnight, actually, before 2 am, since I am running on Phoenix time ( my school is in Phoenix). Poor Owen woke up as I was just finishing up the presentation, I was literally on the count down and needed to complete the assignment. Since O is sick he wanted to cuddle--I didn't even get an opportunity to give the presentation a final read through, before I gave into my baby's cries. I just pushed submit. I am curious what the grade I will be given is.
Tonight, no homework for me. Owen is already tucked in for the night. I am going to put Keyton and Hal to bed in little bit. I can't wait to making a running leap for my bed.
Yesterday, I got a phone call from a special friend. My friend Shelly called and we talked and talked and talked. Shelly and I became friends the summer before first grade. We were instantly inseparable. After high school, Shelly, left for college, I stayed in Williston for my first year of college and we would see each other and talk to each other as often as we could. As years went by, and I had my family, we stopped talking as much as we would like. However, Shell holds this special spot in my heart, and no one can ever replace it. I love her like family. I still think one day we will live next door to each other and play cards every evening.
Another friend that I love and adore is my friend Amber Dawn. She is actually traveling the world right now. She is like a zillion miles away--it kind of knocks the wind out of me when I think about how far away she is. Amber, has tried to call me a few times, but I keep missing her phone calls. Today, on facebook, she said she is going to de-friend me, since I don't answer my phone when she calls. Amber, my phone is by my side at all times now. Call me, again! I love you and miss you!! Amber and I also share an unique bond--even though we have lived hundreds of miles apart for some time, we still have the strongest connection. I can't wait to see where she ends up so I know where I will be visiting!
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